Gift

i offered myself like some carnival thing
you could win with your strength
and make a bell ring, bell ring
but i’ve been a trophy, they don’t stay shiny
they’re dusty and rusty, they’re shelf life’s tiny
 
i am delicate ribbons and colorful bows
the more you unwrap me the more i expose
i’m a gift given with purpose, heart, and thought
i’m a gift whether you want me or not
 
i offered myself like some heavyweight belt
a reward for the number of punches you dealt
but i’m not some hunk of junk raffled off at the door
that winds up at a yard sale when you want me no more
 
let me tell you being a little lesson i’ve learned
about being a prize, i’m no longer concerned
i’m much more than something someone wins or earns
i’m a gift that keeps on giving, i don’t need nothing in return